Never Got To Say Goodbye

Chapter 15

   It's been two weeks now and I haven't left Mikey's house. Last was the first week I had with out him. I made him go to school with out me. It was a long argument but i needed time to myself...or so I thought. I thought I'd be fine without him but I've been to the hospital twice in the past two weeks from not eating right (or at all). He was just trying to protect me but I needed to take this out on myself and by myself I mean my skin. Mikey didn't realize that I have been wearing long sleeves to hide my scars. Thank god though because I don't need him yelling at me again. I thought I would make it longer but I mean this is how I clam myself and get rid of my stress even though I'll be getting rid of my skin in the meantime.

I heard the door open downstairs. Shit he's home. I didn't have my long sleeves on yet and I wasn't finished relieving my stress. I did one last cut as I heard the bedroom door open. I pulled down my sleeve quick and started to wash my face and hands.

"Hey."

"Hey how was school?"

"Fine. You eat today?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the way before I noticed something. I didn't clean the blades I used.
"What the hell?" His voice cracked and croaked from how he was about to burst into tears. "What did you do?"

I didn't turn around and since I made the decision not to he grabbed my wrist (the bad one) and spun me around. I screamed in pain from how much it hurt.
His face was bright red and was soaked with tears and he slowly pulled up my sleeve. He opened his mouth cried and breathed in from his mouth, he bit down on the top of his lips. When he got the whole way up until he couldn't pull my sleeve up anymore. I didn't realize how much this would hurt him more instead of me.

"Y-you know b-babe it-t's fine. We c-can just c-cover them up a-and pretend l-like you did-dn't see anything."

"It's not okay. I know we lost the baby but I can't lose you too please let me get  y-you some help. Please I can't lose you and this wasn't the first time you felt this way so something could help. We can go right now. Cemantha you promised me you would be with me until we both give our last breath. You promised to be there with me, baby I let this go on for too long. Thank the lord you have some sense in you that you didn't cut too deep. Please let me,please let me get you some help. We lost the baby and I cannot lose you please don't do this again and-" he got up before he finished his sentence. He held out his hand sense we both fell to the floor."- take my hand and come with me right now to get you some help. Please."

I slightly smiled and took his hand,"okay but your coming with me to all my meetings."

"Deal." He wiped a tear from my face. He walked into the bathroom and got the bandages to clean me up. I didn't want him to so I kept moving away but I ended up giving in and letting him."stop trying to push me away."
"Sorry it's just weird."

"Well get used to it baby." I rolled my eyes at his remark.

I didn't think it would bother me much but Mikey and his mother set up my appointments with his brothers old doctor for when is brother was on the creep of death. He's better now though he's alive and heathy he's actually a body building trainer. Anyway, Mikey drove us there and we walked in. In the main lobby of the building there was a small chandelier that hung on the high ceiling above the door mat that stated "Hope~ Hold . On . Pain . Ends" and "; my story isn't over yet." And "my scars are just there to show that I'm alive." The wall each had a red and black couch to match the rest of the room. The seat was in the middle of the back wall. We walked up to the guy that was standing behind the counter.
"Hey, Rocky." Mikey said in a low voice. The black man turned around and smiled widely.

"Heyyy,gurl how are you honey I haven't seen you in like forever boo."
Mikey smiled and looked back at me," oh and who is this beautiful goddess?"

"This is Cemantha -"

"I'm nothing compared to Mikey though." I blushed, looked down, and covered my face after I said that. Mikey out his hand around my waist and pulled me closer. I blushed again but kept a straight face.

"Awe you guys are like couple goals. Not that I don't like seeing your face but what are you doing here."

"Um about that," Mikey looks at me over his shoulder," she's the reason we are here."

"Omg I'm so sorry for you. Yes I'm Dr. Baitz is two doors down on the left. He can see you now."

"Thanks Rocky."

"Bye gurl."
We got to the door, number 120. I was so nervous and scared. I walked into the room with Mikey by my side. When he looked up from the mess of papers on his dest. "Wow...your younger...that's different."

What was that supposed to mean?
"I mean like I'm usually assigned to adults not teens. I hits me hard when I see a teen walk in from those front doors. Uh sit down, sit down." We sat down in the comfortable chairs. Now I get why people come to these things. I mean to get help and wow these comfy chairs.
"So what's your name?"

I opened my mouth but nothing not a word, squeak, squeal nothing. I was like a fish trying to live out of water. Mikey looked at me and smiled he leaned over while Dr. Baitz was looking for the pen he drop. He kissed my ear and whispered "my brother was the same his first time too don't worry he's trust worthy." He kissed my neck quick and look back at the doctor well what ever he is.

"Anyway who do we have here?" Mikey looked at me again and said my name still looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "Okay, a little nervous are we?" I still kept my head down and just gave a small nod. " It's okay to not be okay. But if you're hurting yourself then you do need help. Since this is your first meeting I'm going cut it short because I have to get some papers done. But I don't know what works best for you but I can either meet you every Saturday morning and come to your house or you come here, or I can put u on my calendar for every Wednesday at five pm. Whatever works best for you." He looked at Mikey then at me. I looked at Mikey and he turned to Dr. Baitz and said," every Saturday will work best for us." He smiled at us and I faked smiled back I had to.

Mikey kept his arm around me but for some reason his touch was more protective and powerful than usual. As we were walking out of room 120, and Dr. Baitz stopped us by saying "hey Mikey, how's your brother?"
Mikey gave him a half smile and stated,"he's doing good." We left the building by Mikey waving to Rocky goodbye.

"Where now?" I asked.
"Home. We're going home baby."